All Chapters of Bloodstained Promises: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NessaMy head hurt, and my heart hung heavy. My body was unwilling to move as I lay upon my bed still dressed in the skimpy outfit that Becca had made me wear. My mind raced over the situations of my past and as much as I tried to shake them away, I couldn’t. It was like I could see Trevor standing before me, his voice lingering in my ears but on the other hand, I knew that wasn’t real. I knew that he wasn’t here because he couldn’t be.Even though he had found me last week in JD’s bar.The fear that had crept through me the moment that I had seen him was something I never wanted to experience again. I had worked so hard at avoiding him and it seemed like no matter how far I got, he always found me.I didn’t hear my door when it opened, but the moment a hand touched my skin, I jerked back out of fear. My eyes flashed towards the figure as my mind slowly calmed down realizing that it was just Becca. She was no longer dressed in the attire she had worn out. Instead, her hai

I never really thought that my time at the gym could be as eventful as it was, nor did I consider it giving me a lot of time to think. But considering Nash’s ever-watchful eye was glued to me as I tried to rage on by burning as many calories as possible, it provided to be insightful.My body was fully aware of his presence no matter which area he moved to. Whether it was weights or even him doing pushups on the blue floor mat, I knew he was there. Of course, when he did that…I couldn’t help but admire in from the corner of my eye.The way the sweat glistened off his body when his muscles rippled with every movement he made. Or the way his shorts rode up just a little bit higher, not doing anything to hide the bulge of his cock and making my mouth water. This man-made my mind do sinful things, and as much as I wanted to pretend that he didn’t affect me, I couldn’t.With sweat dripping over my brow, I finally made my way towards the last part of my set up. The ever painful, pull-up

NashLeaving Vanessa was harder than I thought it was going to be. I hadn’t gone to her room with the intention of doing what I did, but I couldn’t resist myself. All I had wanted was to talk to her. To try and start my pursuit of her to show her she could trust me, but instead, that fell apart. Something about her made me, different. Something about her drove me crazy. The moment I stepped out of the dorm building, my phone was ringing off the hook. I’d tried to ignore the buzzing from my pocket when I was pleasing her from the text messages coming through, but I knew it was only going to cause issues afterward. “Yes,” I stated with a grunt as I answered my phone, overly annoyed at the interruption. My phone going off was the main reason, but my cock was straining in my pants and not deep inside her was part of it. “Is there a problem with your phone?” a burly irritated voice echoed from through the phone. “Because there must be considering you didn’t get back to me righ

NessaI wasn’t sure why I thought I made myself clear to Nash last night enough that he would leave me alone, but I guess I hadn’t. When I stepped out of my building this morning, I was glad that I had dressed warm. Fall had really sat in and the cold temperatures where enough to make me shiver and thank the stars that I had decided to wear my wine-colored chunky sweater this morning.That was until I made my way halfway through the courtyard and got distracted by the irritating, overly enthusiastic laughter coming from none other than the bitch who had tried to stake her claim on Nash the day before. Only this time, her laughter wasn’t because she was tormenting me.But because of something Nash had said to her.His arms were circled around her waist while he sat upon his bike, her face leaned into his as she smacked a piece of gum in her mouth. Her hair styled high into a ponytail was decorated with a few random braids that accentuated her long neck, leading down to her cu

Two weeks passed, and the night of the event came quicker than I had expected. I rarely saw Nash around campus and every time I saw Brady, there was always a smile on his face when he saw me. And a watchful eye. True to his word, he had sent the invitations to my room the day after we spoke. The black and red embossed invitation with gold ribbon sat open on my desk, my eyes taking in every inch of it as I tried to prepare myself to live with what was going to be an interesting night.Standing before my full-length mirror, I stared deep at my reflection. The outfit Brady had chosen for me clung tight to my body. The red and black corset pushed my breasts into firm mounds, the bottom lined with a short tulle skirt decorated in sequins and glitter. A black garter strapped tight to my thigh pairs with a small bow, and under that, were fishnets that stopped mid-thigh, attached at the top by black clasps. I matched the invitation and though I tried not to think anything of it, I wondered i